“Anything else?” Her tone is so even, you wouldn’t think we were just tearing each other to shreds.
“No.”
“Good.”
Her eyes move to her office door, and I take the blatant hint.
I’ve just opened the door when her voice hits my back. “Where’s Sierra?”
I glance at her over my shoulder. “I sent her home for the rest of the day.”
She laughs softly. “Figures.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you do what’s best for you and screw everyone else.”
That’s like a match to my simmering flame. “Fuck you, Morgan. You don’t know the first thing about me. You don’t get to come in here and speak to me like this after five minutes of working here. Yeah, you might be co-CEO or what-the-hell-ever, but this company is mine, and irrespective of what you think just happened with Sierra in my office, I deserve some fucking respect from you.”
She sniffs. “Respect is earned.”
I give her a pointed look. “Yeah, it fucking is.” Then, I spin on my heel and slam her office door behind me.
I march to my office, ignoring Chrissy, who’s finally reappeared at her desk.
I slam my office door shut, stride over to my desk, and sit down in my chair.
I’m seething.
Who the hell does she think she is? She might be hot, but she’s still a bitch. God, I hate her.
Well, I don’t hate her. But I want to.
I’m sick of lusting over her.
And, after today, with her talking to me like that, screw that, I’m done.
I want her gone. From this office and out of my life and my thoughts.
My initial instinct to get rid of her was the right one.
And I will do whatever is necessary to make that happen.
I need ideas on how to get rid of her from here, but I can’t think of any because my mind is too damn twisted up with her to think straight.
I turn to my computer and open up my email. I start a new email, addressed to Coop and Dom. My fingers angrily hit the keys as I type out a message to them
Me: SOS. I need ideas on how to get rid of her.
Coop replies almost immediately.
Coop: Am I right in guessing that her is Morgan?
Me: Yep.
Coop: I thought you were getting on okay with her?
Me: I was, but then she caught me in my office with Sierra.
Coop: Were you fucking her?
Me: No, asshole, I wasn’t. And I wasn’t planning on fucking her either. Sierra turned up in my office when I got out of the shower, and she tried to seduce me.
Coop: You should have fucked her.
Me: Dude. Can you stay focused here?
Coop: Okay. Sorry…but what do I need to focus on?
Me: Getting rid of Morgan.
Dom: Just playing catch-up. And, dude, you want to get rid of Morgan? You don’t mean…kill her, right? Because I love you, man, like a brother, but I’m too pretty for jail.
Coop: No, I’m too pretty for jail. You’d just be the nerd they beat up every day for fun.
Dom: Fuck you.
Coop: You’re not my type, nerd boy.
Me: Jesus Christ! Can we please get back on topic?
But, before I do…no, Dom, I don’t mean I want to kill Morgan. You really need to stop watching Cold Case. It’s scrambling your brain.
I want her gone from the business, as in fired. But I don’t know how to make that happen. Especially not now, as she came up with this really great idea for the business, and my mom and dad love her even more for it.
Coop: So, sabotage her great idea. Make her look incompetent. Then, your mom and dad will fire her.
That makes me sit back. Could I actually do that? Sabotage her business idea?
No. Not only for the fact that I would never do anything to hurt the company, but I also couldn’t do that to her.
Me: No…I can’t do that.
I shut my email down and turn my chair so that I can look out at the city below me.
I feel a lot calmer than I did before, but I haven’t changed my mind.
I still want Morgan gone from here. I want my life to go back to how it was before she came here and messed everything up.
I just need to figure out how to make that happen. I need a plan of action of how to get Morgan fired that doesn’t involve fucking up the Ananda deal.
Morgan is about to learn that there’s only one boss at Under Her Lingerie.
And that’s me.
It’s official. I’ve reverted back to my childhood ways.
When I was in kindergarten, I had this crush on Sandy Harman. She was the prettiest girl in my class. And, of course, like any other five-year-old who had a crush on a girl, I was mean to her. Pulled her pigtails, stole her juice box at lunch—that kind of thing.
Well, I’m reduced back to the days of Sandy Harman, except it’s with Morgan now.
She might be hotter than the sun, but she’s also the devil.
The next day after our argument, I was willing to be civil—until I get rid of her, that is. But Morgan apparently wasn’t on the same lines as me.
We had a morning meeting with finance. And then she accidentally stood on my foot on the way out of the conference room.
And she just happened to be wearing a pair of five-inch Louboutin heels.
Forget the fact that those are some serious come-fuck-me shoes, and in any other circumstances, I’d be lusting over her in those shoes.
But, if you’ve never had a five-inch stiletto heel drive its way into your foot, well, let me just tell you how much it hurts. A fuck of a lot.
A week later, I still have the bruise on my foot to prove it.
Let’s just say, I was pissed off after that little incident. So, I might have replaced that powdered milk shit that she puts in her coffee with confectioners sugar.
The sound of her choking and spluttering in the kitchen was the highlight of my day.
Well, until I came into work the next day and found that someone had changed the password on my computer, locking me out of my own damn PC. It didn’t take long for IT to sort it out, but it was more the inconvenience that pissed me off.
I only wish I were there to hear all the calls she must be receiving about the ad for the used vibrator, free to a good home, that had been listed on Craigslist yesterday with her name and number.
I know I’m an ass, but she deserves it.
I’ll take the ad down after this morning’s staff meeting. I reckon a day of annoying phone calls is enough payback for locking me out of my computer.
Maybe, if I’d put as much effort into coming up with a plan to get her out of here as I did with playing stupid pranks on her, then she might have been on her way out the door by now.
Morgan’s cell lights up with a call on the table in front of her. That’s the third time her phone has gone off since the meeting started forty minutes ago.
She sighs and reaches over, canceling the call.
I stifle a laugh.
Fuck, I love Craigslist.
I focus back on my mom’s voice. She’s saying something about this year’s targets.
I was originally leading this morning’s meeting, but somehow, my mom ended up taking over, so I took the only available seat, which was next to Morgan.
My parents officially retired last week. But they’ve both been in the office every day for one reason or another. I know it has nothing to do with thinking that Morgan and I aren’t capable of running the company—even if, at the moment, that’s questionable, as we can barely hold a conversation without throwing barbs at each other. But I know it’s because my parents are finding it hard to let go.
Her phone goes off again, and I can’t help but lean close to her and whisper in her ear, “You should probably get that. You don’t want to miss out on a potential sale.”
She makes a cute growly sound under her breath. Then, do you know what she does? She fucking nips me. Hard. Right on that tender part of my arm, near my armpit.
I bark out a curse, and everyone in the room turns to look at me.
“Everything okay, Wilder?” my mom asks me, brows furrowed.
“Yep.” I clear my throat. “Everything’s fine. Carry on.”
My mom looks at me for a long moment. Then, she resumes talking, and all eyes focus back on her.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I whisper under my breath.